Rockland Trust

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was counting his change when he noticed something peculiar. Every Tuesday afternoon, right after the delivery truck pulled away from Rockland Trust's parking lot, a single dime would roll out from under the tires and come to rest in front of the bank door. The old man picked up the coin every week for months, but never kept it. One day, a delivery driver asked him why. With a twinkle in his eye, the regular replied, ‘It’s my little way of saying thanks—someone finally notices what that bank does every Tuesday!’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Rockland Trust one morning and noticed an unusual item in the parking lot—a small, dusty violin nestled among the trash cans. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside. The next day, during lunch hour, the instrument began playing soft melodies on its own. Soon enough, other employees started noticing these serenades, and before long, Rockland Trust became known as the bank with a musical lunch break. One afternoon, while everyone was listening attentively, the violin abruptly stopped mid-note—and a neighbor’s cat walked over, yawned, stretched, and casually sauntered off.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Rockland Trust one morning and noticed an unusual pattern on the sidewalk. Each morning, at precisely 9:15, a shadowy figure would appear, scoop up some invisible coins from the pavement, and disappear as quickly as they came. Curious, the delivery driver decided to follow the mysterious figure one day—only to discover it was just an old lady picking up her daily newspaper, which had slipped under the bank’s awning. She winked at him and said, ‘Gotta love those free reads!’

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Rockland Trust one morning and noticed an unusual package in the mailroom. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover it was filled with old newspapers and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Open once per decade.’ The delivery driver shrugged and thought, ‘What harm can it do?’ He took out his pocketknife and carefully opened the package exactly ten years later. Inside was another note and a small box of donuts. The note read: “Free donuts for everyone who works here!” Turns out, someone had been leaving anonymous boxes of fresh donuts every decade since the bank’s opening.